I’m assuming this is sarcasm, but I may be wrong.
In America, at least, we have what I like to call the Taco Bell Paradox.
At Taco Bell, when you order something, it comes with real Monterey Jack cheese. Where I live, if I want to go to an authentic Mexican restaurant, I have to drive about an hour if I want to go somewhere with real cheese, and even then those two locations have gone down hill recently.
The reason for this, I hypothesize, is that successful, happy people tend to come from successful, happy families, and tend to more or less stay put. People who don’t come from successful, happy families may come to the American Midwest and become successful, happy restaunteers, but they want to recreate comfort foods, so they wind up using White American instead of real cheese.
It may be just looking to cut corners with the least expensive ingredients, but Taco Bell uses real cheese. I think it’s that if you grow up with poverty food, you want to recreate that experience.
It’s not analogous to the “baiting the hook with strawberries” simile used in many places, as people eat white American at Mexican places. I also don’t eat cheese, so it’s not actually a problem for me.
One caveat, for honesty, is the categorization of Chipotle Mexican Grill. I count it, but my wife does not, and of course they do use real cheese. It’s right next door to Taco Bell, too. I’m not sure why my wife doesn’t count it, but I’ve learned it’s best not to argue.